Rivers of London award shortlistee, Jaya Martin, talks to me about her novel Blood of the Wolf and her influences as a writer.
It all started with a broken roof and a bangle made of cowries. Victor Ogana – Seeds of Heaven Check out the other interviews here. Shortly after Gollancz’s Rivers of London Award, I got in touch with the winners and other shortlistees to find out more about them and thier projects. In this post, VictorContinue reading “Rivers of London Award Shortlist Interview: Victor Ogana”
Way back in February, one of my colleagues alerted me to the new Award being organized by Gollancz and Ben Aaronovitch, focused on lifting up the voices of unpublished BAME authors and fostering new talent in the industry. Fast forward to all the craziness of this summer’s pandemic and the announcement of the shortlist, whereContinue reading “Rivers of London Award: Getting to Know the Shortlistees”
If you’re finishing a novel but not quite sure you’re ready to share it, may I suggest a competition?
If, like me, you currently have a sprawling, vaguely-sensical monstrosity of a first novel draft on your hands, you may very well be wondering what to do with it. Let’s figure it out together.
edit /ehd-it/ (verb, with object) | A long, dismal process of rearranging broken things, aligning the ragged edges of mis-matched puzzles, filing too-sharp points to polished facets and hiding the unfinished corners. Trace over fracture lines with molten gold; find diamonds to set in the pockmarks. Perhaps the thing is not a ruin after all.Continue reading “Edit”
When Lily Underwood, Queen of the Eight Lands, Empress upon the mountain, Consort of the God-king Achram Lord of Light, and Goddess of the Five Seas and the Islands of Orawn stepped back through the wardrobe door, she found that not a moment had passed. Her scepter was gone, and her royal robes, and sheContinue reading “After Narnia (a Flash Fic)”
One of my goals this year has been to get more of my work out there — not necessarily through the traditional publishing route, but on my blog, through medium, and — rather ambitiously — by posting the first novel I ever wrote (under a pen name) free on the web. So if you’re curiousContinue reading “Of Novels and Webmischief”
They all say the world endsin the brilliance of explosions but in truthit dies in the darkwithout even a single candle To light the pagethat no one is reading
Mr. Bell wafts into the shop on a near-winter’s eve, hunched over his stick, little beetle eyes glittering. “You have some books for me,” he tells me at the counter, and so far, so good, though he’s approached my till from the wrong side of the queue. “Sure thing, what’s your surname?” “It’s Bell,” heContinue reading “Mr. Bell”